Breeding Fear - War Machine | Текст песни

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• Breeding Fear
• War Machine

Urban chaos
In a thirsty world.
Futile values
In empty minds.
Nations sinking
For a disgusting ideology.
In the name of God
Make war.

We sold our souls
And lose our honor

Violent emotions
Mold the world
The future of the nation
In a killer's hands
Without guilt
We sin
Because we know
This is hell.

We sold our souls
And lose our honor
We are war machines

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